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The Sylph

I saw you and I named a

That lights with blue a woodland space,

I named a bird of the red

And a hidden fairy place.

And then I saw you not, and

Dead leaves were whirling down the mist,

And something lost was crying through -An evening of amethyst.

This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,

Published by Herbert Jenkins,

London 1918 [page 70]Poem Dated: circa

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Francis Ledwidge

Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917) was an Irish war poet and soldier from County Meath.[1] Sometimes known as the "poet of …
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